Page 8 of Gilded Lies

Sure. Let’s roll with that.

“Oliver.”

“Rune.”

They each introduce themselves and I can’t explain it, but I feel their names carve into my psyche with every uttered syllable coming from their lips. I swear with every ounce of my being a connection is forged. I will forever carry these men with me.

Mentally collecting my heart from the floor, I find my voice too.

“Magnolia,” I offer and all three cock their heads to the side as if waiting for the truth.

“It’s not a pseudonym. I was born with it. Promise.”

Oliver, the man with the light-brown hair who rather show me his desire than speak, takes my hand in his and turns it over. He places a fervent kiss on the center of my palm and from thereon out the entire evening is a blur of pleasure and pain just like Danika promised.

“It suits you beautifully.”

All three discard their bow ties, shirts, and I do nothing but marvel at the sight of them standing fully naked in front of me a moment later. Muscles bulge and ripple. Soft light cascades over us from an elegant crystal chandelier and the shadow play is just right.

Their deeply-tanned skin is covered in ample amounts of tattoos in various swirls of ink in almost every shade of color known to man. Chains, roses, skulls, and daggers. Arms, shoulders, and a few sprinkled across the lower abdomen. They leave little skin untouched.

And of course, their golden key lies amongst the flourishes of tattoos. For them to be on this floor, they have to be key masters so under all that pretty ink lies their hidden access.

Mixed in with those tattoos are scars, too. Lots of them. Bullet holes. I am a virgin, not inexperienced in life. I know these men are dangerous but it’s not like I’m accepting a proposal here tonight.

Strong tatted-up fingers grip thick cocks dripping with pre-cum.

“Maybe you can show me a little of what I am getting tonight. Make it worth breaking the rules over.” I don’t mean to sound like a tease, but I have to admit. I like the animalistic growls coming out of the three of them.

I don’t know where the playful kitten routine is coming from.

“Seeing you take my cock in between those pretty pink lips is going to be an early Christmas present.”

They stroke their hard cocks and I watch as pre-cum wets the swollen heads.

I back up. One step and then another when all three advance on me. My dress hits the floor, my shoes, too. I’m tossed into the middle of the bed, and I’m consumed from mouth to toes. They fall over me. Skin on skin. I don’t do it consciously but when I feel one of them press against me, I take their cock in hand and massage the hard flesh.

Danika’s growl is primal.

Lips, hands, and tongues caress and love every inch of my body.

And then time slows when Danika helps me to my knees. Behind me I feel hands grip my hips. I angle my head around to see Rune loosen his braid. Dark hair falls over his muscular shoulders.

Strong arms wind around me, and my back is pulled into his front. His length presses into the crease of my ass and he slowly rocks. My whole body trembles, melts with anticipation, sending my heart into a fluttering race.

“Rune.”

“Yes, petals?”

I don’t have a question. Not one that needs a verbal answer, anyway. I reach behind me and run my fingers through his long hair. Lengths of black silk fall over my shoulder to tease the taut tips of my nipples.

Oliver comes up to my side and steals me from his friends.

“Not fair, fucker,” they say but there isn’t an ounce of hatred in their tone.

Oliver brushes them off and presses his forehead against mine. “You can leave. We won’t do anything but help you back into your dress. But please don’t leave us. Spend a night between us and let whatever comes to be happen.”

“What makes you think I don’t want to be here?”

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